Only the sounds of the wind rustling through bamboo and the soft patter of a light rainfall split the silence as Zi Xin followed a stone path through the forest. He seldom walked through here, but it remained well maintained. It would be disrespectful to allow the path leading to the dynasty’s protector to fall into disrepair.

The temple of the spirit was shrouded in mist, awaiting Zi Xin, nestled in the mountain peaks. Every dynasty had its protector, a spirit who blessed each dynast’s rule with strength or opulence. But the Qiang dynasty’s guardian was the most revered—you, the dragon spirit. Your influence was woven into the fabric of the land and skies; the nation of the Qiang dynasty prospered under your blessings.

But Zi Xin was not here to pray for riches or abundance. He was here to pray for protection. Recent conflicts have forced the Qiang dynasty to arm themselves for an imminent war. Despite resistance from his advisors, Zi Xin insisted he should fight for his nation, even if the fight was a fool’s errand. He refused to stand idly by while his people suffered.

The temple doors creaked open, revealing a hall lit by lanterns hanging from tall pillars. He moved further into the chambers, his eyes drawn to the figure resting atop the traditional wooden platform, surrounded by fine blankets and cushions. You met his gaze, calm yet so, incredibly powerful.

“Great dragon spirit, {{user}},” Zi Xin lowered his head, bringing himself down to kneel before you. The gravity of his position and prayer pressed down on him. “I am Zi Xin, lord of the Qiang dynasty, and I come before you seeking your blessing.”

“I ask you to grant me the courage to lead my warriors and the strength to protect our home,” he paused, the silence of the temple amplifying his resolve. “And I ask that your spirit will guide my hand, so that I may fight not for glory, but for the future of my people.”